Sunday, June 12, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Pay for Play by Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm

Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own home, car or hell… even in a public fucking library.

Whatever gets you wet.

I never expected a million-dollar business to come out of touching myself on camera, but when you add in nine of your best guys, the women become hungry and the money begins flowing faster than you can spend it.

You want to see me take my shirt off, I’ll strip it off nice and slow, making you sweat in anticipation.

You want to see me touch my dick, I’ll stroke every hard inch of it, getting you off before you can even feel it creeping up on you.

Your money.

Your Alpha.

Your demand.

Now I just hope playing for her on camera will pay off enough for me to claim her outside of the computer screen.

Rebel

The email came in at three o’clock today, letting me know that Lynx Kade has an opening tonight at midnight and I have until eleven thirty to confirm or deny.

“Shit, what do I do?” I look up at the clock to see that I have less than five minutes to make my decision.

My whole body is screaming to click the accept button, but my head is telling me that this whole thing is crazy… and dirty.

Extremely dirty… but exciting. I need excitement.

Swallowing, I make a rash decision, knowing that time is running out and I have no clue if I’ll get another opportunity if I decline.

Remi made it very clear that this Lynx guy has a waiting list and can sometimes take weeks or even months to get a private session.

He has to be good. At least for my aching body’s sake; let’s hope.

Hitting accept, I fight to catch my breath the whole time, while typing in my credit card info. I can’t believe that I’m actually paying $700 for fifteen minutes of play with some guy.

“I’m insane. I have to be.”

Quickly shutting down the desktop computer, I rush to my room for privacy and take a seat at my desk, opening up my laptop and starting it.

Reaching for my bottle of water, I undo the lid and take a huge gulp, while logging back into the site and watching as the minutes countdown to midnight.

The closer it gets to midnight, the dirtier, but more excited I feel.

I can’t deny that it gives me a rush, knowing that I’m about to watch some stranger touch himself for me.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck.” I suck in a deep breath once it counts down to the last minute. “I’m really doing this.”

In a panic, I double check to make sure that I have both the volume and the screen turned off so I can stay completely anonymous.

I calm down a little and take a deep breath in just enough time for a picture to come up on the screen of a black, leather couch.

After a few seconds, a hard, muscled body appears in front of the screen, before my boss’ face comes into view.

“Oh my fucking God!” My hands go up to cover my mouth as I watch him adjust his computer, before taking a seat on the couch. I can’t believe my boss does this on the side and that I’m about to see everything he has to offer.

He’s wearing a black V-neck shirt that is clinging to every muscle and a pair of sweats, showing off his muscular thighs. His hair is messy and he looks so damn good that I want to taste him.

“I see you’re a first timer,” his husky voice comes through, making my thighs clench. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Standing up, he grips the back of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, exposing the sexiest, firmest chest I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Oh. My. God.”

Tossing his shirt aside, he lifts a brow and lowers the waist of his sweats, just enough to expose the very defined muscles, leading down to the bulge that I’ve been dying to see. My eyes are glued to the tattoos across his lower stomach as I lean closer to read, “Veni. Vidi. Vici.” I know exactly what that means. I came. I saw. I conquered. Holy fuck that’s hot.

“What now, BadGirl@heart? You going to show me just how fucking bad you can be?”

My heart’s beating so damn hard as I type this next part, that I have to erase it a few times and rewrite it because I keep messing up.

BadGirl@heart- Slowly run your hands down your abs and then lower your sweats.

“So bad girl likes it slow… and hopefully hard.”

Starting with his defined chest, he slowly and teasingly runs his hands down his body, going lower until he reaches his abs. He then grips the top of his sweats, teasing me and making me go crazy for him to hurry up and just lower them out of the damn way.

I’m practically sitting on top of my laptop at this point, licking the damn screen.

His body is even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Every dip of muscles has me aching to run my lips over it.

Sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, he pulls it into his mouth and slides it between his teeth, while lowering his sweats enough to see that he’s not wearing anything beneath.

I instantly start fanning myself off, while watching him lower it further down to expose the base of his thick, hard shaft.

“There’s not much stopping you from seeing my cock now. It’s already hard and waiting for you to tell me what to do with it.”

“Oh my fucking… oh shit. I’m about to see my boss’ dick. This is against all the fucking rules, but I want it so bad.”

BadGirl@heart- Take your sweats off. I want to see you touch your dick for me.

I can’t believe I’m doing this or that I just said that to him.

Smiling big now, he turns the other way and lets his sweats lower to his feet, giving me a full on view of his very sexy, muscular ass.

I see him move his legs, stepping out of his sweats, before he kicks them aside. Then he squirts something in his hand and his arms move as if he’s stroking himself. His muscles flex and so do mine as I watch him.

“Hope you’re naked by this point. If not…” he lets out a husky laugh. “You’re going to want to be.”

Victoria Ashley

Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

Hilary Storm

Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling 'Rebel Walking' Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, Six and co-author of The Elite Forces Series book Ice! Sign up for her newsletter here: http://goo.gl/forms/d0UON5HIUC